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when paired up with the worst partner in the entirety of the university, this research paper is going to need a lot of work—too bad the topic of interest is sex education. with two geniuses like yourselves, you have two different project ideas, but both of them require you to get a whole lot closer to donghyuck than you’ve ever wanted to be.
a college!haechan au
donghyuck is heaving when he follows your lead, the two of you now safe in the backseat of this man’s uber. “damn, I cant breathe when I drink.” he says quietly.
“I think you’re like that all of the time.” you mutter, beginning to tease him, “out of shape.” and a goofy smile reaches your lips.
donghyuck sits up quickly, leaning into you, hair brushing your forehead with every street imperfection that the car drives over. “you have no idea,” he whispers, sure to be out of earshot from the driver, “how in shape I’m in.”
his right hand grazes your thigh, and you subconsciously part your legs for him, although your heart races in fear. “donghyuck, not here.” you whisper back.
“shhhhh,” his lips touch your ear, wetting the shell of it, “tell me about this project,” his hand moves higher, fingertips just barely making contact with your core over your underwear, “how exactly are we going to do this?” he presses down, cupping your sex in his palm.
“h-how often,” your breath is shaky, and when he begins to grind his hand up onto you, you’re gripping his tie for stability, “how often do you eat pineapple?”
I JUST READ PINEAPPLE LAST NIGHT AND IT WAS SO GOOD YOU CAN TAKE HOW EVER LONG YOU WANT ON PART 2 IMMA NEED A MINUTE TO PREPARE FOR THE REST ANYWAY IT WAS SO GOODDDD SJNSNSNS ❤️❤️❤️🥰
omg thank you so much for this !!! I keep having tiny bursts of inspiration every day, but it never lasts long hahah, i’m so happy to hear that you’re looking forward to it though :’)
had a little bit of a setback on pineapple part 2 🥲 the software that I use to rough draft my stories has totally wiped 3 of my drafts for upcoming smuts I really loved <\3
he can still recall the memory in photographic quality. you wore a burgundy shirt on the first night you met him, and every time you wear it he gets that same funny feeling in his chest. it’s been his favorite one ever since.
you always preferred red wine over white. he came to know this information on the second night you met him. he bumped into you, spilling the blood colored drink over a white dress. he immediately burst into a fit of apologies, until he saw your face. the only woman who’d smile after such a disaster. funny how such an embarrassing moment could easily become one of his most cherished.
like a talent, he could so easily make you blush, he found out on the first night you stayed over at his place— unintentionally of course. sat on his couch and laughing till sunrise, legs in his lap like he was your closest friend, you’d always lost track of time when you were with him. certain things he said would make the blood rush to your cheeks, such a vibrant scarlet color on a pretty little face. he could never shut up, not if his words had impact like this.
after that night, sleepovers, lack of sleeping thereof, would happen more often. most of the time ending with the two of you on the living room floor, and him asking how in the world you ended up that way. but you knew it was his roommates cheap ass rosé, that’s how. the same roommate who’d wake for work the next morning, and seen the crimson colored hickeys on your collarbone. he teased haechan about it when you left.
nothing else stains quite like that.
the night that it all ended, and you couldn’t breathe. tears streaming down so hard you were blind, sobs so strained you lost your voice. the world was spinning, and sky falling, but above the clouds, and contrasted to the city buildings, you looked up and it was painted maroon.
no one could scar you quite like he did. even years later, when you’re moved on and with someone new, he’s still stained on you like the wine stained dress. it was never his fault, never on purpose, but he’s there like a ghost.
midnight. your heart beats rapidly, and you wake in tears. recalling him there next to you, the feeling so real that you have to whip your head to check and make sure. to have someone wake with your memory all over them, that’s a real fucking legacy to leave.
when paired up with the worst partner in the entirety of the university, this research paper is going to need a lot of work—too bad the topic of interest is sex education. with two geniuses like yourselves, you have two different project ideas, but both of them require you to get a whole lot closer to donghyuck than you’ve ever wanted to be.
essentially a fem! reader x haechan college au
tags / enemies to lovers, reader really dislikes haechan, haechan really loves teasing reader, slight mention of reader x other nct members
warnings / masturbation scenes, use of the word ‘slut’, perv!haechan, explicit language, alcohol consumption, multiple mentions of sex
( part 2 will surely be much worse, but this part will be fairly tame— stay tuned )
damn professor mira park. "I'm not working with him!" you shout in the kindest way possible, gaining nothing but a simple tsk and shake of her head.
"you're the top student in your graduating class," she states, "this project will be far too easy for you if I give you a less challenging partner." she demands, and you can't admit to yourself that she's right. with a huff, you exit the classroom lecture hall. you're dropping her class next semester even if it's the last thing you'll ever do. because lord knows he may kill you first.
she knew exactly what she'd done by the way both you and donghyuck gave yourselves whiplash, spinning to face her as the words left her mouth. she'd paired the two of you as project partners, to write a research paper, a very important research paper to be exact.
the topics were drawn randomly, and you were oh-so-lucky enough to pull sex education, while donghyuck was given the broad subject of fruits and vegetables.
you used to love this woman, she used to be your favorite professor, but she's crossed a line this time. your feud with donghyuck has grown to be ten years old, and worsened as time goes on—but she knows this. the two of you used to be civil classmates, until he hit puberty and began to think with the head of his penis instead of the head that sits on his spine.
argument after argument, fight after fight, the two of you have grown from the bickering, these days opting to nothing but the silent treatment for one another, but he hasn't changed. he's always seen with a posse of girls surrounding him, and never seen without a cocky smirk on his face.
it's often that you spare him with nothing but a glare in the hallways, not deeming him worthy enough to even hear you speak. he doesn't deserve your energy nor your time.
but doing a project with each other will take a lot more out of you than a little bit of energy and time. if you fail to work with donghyuck, you won't pass the semester, nor gain the necessary credit you need to graduate.
he’s always had it out for you— his side of the feud had stemmed from the way you constantly rose above him academically; no matter how good his grades were, yours were always better, and second place isn't somewhere lee donghyuck likes to be.
frequently, while you want to strangle him because he's evil, he wants to strangle you because you're just so damn cute when you're angry. now don't get him wrong, you're an absolute bitch to him, and words hurt. he really was furious at you in most of your arguments and fights, but he can't deny the twitch in his pants every time your face contorts into a fussy reaction for all of his teases and ministrations.
above all, to you, donghyuck may believe you're a demonic spawn from hell; but if you're one thing, it's a good student. because there you were, sitting on the beer stained living room carpet of the neo fraternity house, and trying to put the past behind you.
donghyuck was rustling around in the kitchen, every now and then calling a question over his shoulder, "is tomato a fruit or a vegetable? answer me dumbass." and every senior who entered the front door would eye you either suspiciously or with dark intention. an intention you'd soon figure out when jung jaehyun was cornering you in the frat house bathroom.
so maybe you extended yourself a little too far by agreeing to study at donghyucks place, but inviting him to yours would prove to be much worse.
—
its been nearly a week into the project, and you and donghyuck have done next to nothing when it comes to brainstorming and rough drafting the research paper. you're growing anxious about the final grade you could receive and the importance it holds in your future.
but the frustration didn't keep just you awake all night, donghyuck was up, laid back in bed, and recalling the way you'd raised your voice at him earlier that day.
you roughly explained your worries to him, cute little eyebrows furrowed with discomfort, and you told him that he needs to be pulling his weight in this project.
"use your brain! if you even have one." you flicked at his forehead, and he actually enjoyed the electric jolt of pain your finger left on his skin, and the way your insult clawed at his heart strings. he smiles to himself in bed, 'heart strings', thinking of how you'd probably say that he doesn't have those either.
perhaps it's irresponsible, but donghyuck isn't too worried about this project grade; because if he goes down— you're going down with him. and maybe, just maybe, if he can annoy you enough through this experience, perhaps little miss perfect will get her first C+ score.
behind his eyelids he recalls your lips, pursed in frustration, and your chest heaved up and down in anger, breasts squeezed together and displayed to him from the way you leant down. donghyuck squeezes his eyes together, and to the memory, reaches a hand down to palm at himself over his boxers.
this isn't the first time he's touched himself to the thought of you. it's actually quite often that your blazing fury swirls into a white hot need in the pit of his stomach.
you could hate him with every fiber of your being, but it would only further his fantasy of fucking you. you'd be so angry, yet so needy at the same time, and he'd get you to admit that you must not hate him that much; if his cock was inside you right now.
he grinds into his hand a couple of times, and it's just as the erotic pleasure begins to rush through his veins that it hits him, an idea for the project.
—
the next night, he shows up at your door with a handful of groceries, brown paper bags filled to the brim with fruits and vegetables. "sup bitch!" he cheerily beams at you, immediately gaining a frown in return. "it's me, your lord and savior, here with a present."
you sigh loudly, grabbing a bag out of his hands and turning away from him in pursuit of the kitchen, grimacing along to his nonsensical blabber as if it sounds like nails on a chalkboard to your ears.
you're about to grill him out of annoyance, but what he says next stops you in your tracks, both mentally and physically. "don't thank me just yet, I still haven't told you about the perfect project idea I've come up with."
you spin to face him, taking a drink of coconut milk you've stolen from one of the grocery bags. his slender arm is leaning against the countertop and a confident smirk is painted across his features, "masturbation" he says simply.
just as the words leave his mouth, the milk leaves yours, and you're spitting the drink all over the kitchen tiles. "excuse me?" you squeal, face red with embarrassment at his vulgarity, and donghyuck is laughing harder than he ever has before, head tilted backwards and smiling widely.
"you're such a dick!" you land a punch onto his shoulder and grab a handful of paper towels to clean up the mess. as you glare up at him, he's grasping his skin with a wince, "I thought you were serious. you know how important this project is for me."
at the sound of your words, the expression of joy is suddenly washed from donghyucks face, mouth still agape, but now in a surprised '0' shape. "I am serious!" he retorts challengingly.
when you respond with nothing but a scowl, he continues to defend himself. "our research paper can be a sex educational experiment, covering which fruits and vegetables are best for male and female masturbation!"
you scoff out a laugh in disbelief, rolling your eyes as you stand to your feet, nearly gagging at the mere sound of his voice. "nice, donghyuck nice, you really think professor park will take us seriously with a project like that?!"
he takes a step toward you, lips pursed into a pout as he argues, "I already ran it by her, she finds the concept to be unique and challenging!" there's a twinge of light in his voice, as if he's using aegyo to persuade you into his perverted plan. "what? is little-miss-perfect-student not up for the challenge?"
"I don't know.." you trail off, eyeing the vegetables that sit over the kitchen counter, a cucumber peeking it's way out of the brown paper bag.
it's girthy and long, you shiver at the thought of it, large enough to be painful if inserted inside of your— "it's our only idea, and we have to start this project before we run out of time, so what do you say dumbass?" donghyuck pokes, once again stepping toward you.
"it's gross." you state, and donghyuck immediately rebuttals, "it's bold!"
you raise your voice, "it's strange." your tone is stern. "it's daring!" his tone is bright, like the grin on his face.
"I'm not doing it!" you throw the paper towel, soiled with spit-out coconut milk, right into his chest, leaving a dark stain on his grey shirt.
he glances down at the damp spot, and then back up at you, eyes dark and expression unreadable. he's so close to you now, after the two steps he'd taken before, you have to tilt your head upwards to face him. your heart begins to race, unsure if he's about to land a punch on your jaw, or hurt your feelings with the worst insult you'll ever receive by ear.
"listen," he speaks, voice deep and surprisingly calm in order to reason with you, "we need to start this project," he pauses for dramatic effect, "tonight."
you nod your head in agreement, not breaking eye contact. "so we start it." he continues, "if you come up with a better idea by the end of the school week, we can do that one instead."
the idea is tempting, donghyuck giving you just enough leverage to feel in charge, lending you a challenge for the week, to prove his idea to be stupid, and lesser to one that you can come up with.
"deal?" he asks when your respond with nothing but silence. "fine, deal." and the evil smirk he flashes around his perfect teeth has you regretting your decision.
—
the next twenty-four hours proved to be quite difficult for you. not only were you unsuccessful in racking your brain for any project ideas, but it bled it's way into your school work, and you didn't pay attention in any of your other classes.
donghyuck shows up to your dorm with his laptop in hand and a pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. he plops down onto the couch and illuminates himself in the blue-lit screen.
"so—" he begins, glancing up at you for a second as he types away at the computer keys, "what is your experience with masturbation?"
"what the fuck?! jumping straight to the point are we? at least take me out first." you yelp, grabbing two water bottles from the refrigerator, allowing cool air to blow on your now flushed face.
"come on it’s for the project!" he annoyedly calls over his shoulder back at you, and you plop down onto the floor in front of him, separated by nothing but the coffee table.
"come onnn! a total slut like you has to have some insight." he murmurs, the words coming out of his mouth— so mean, but a playful pout sits over his lips, as if he's suppressing a smile.
you stare up at him, doe eyes unsure of what to respond with. "i'm not a slut." you state, causing a smirk to crawl its way onto his lips. "oh yeah?" he pokes, and your heart sinks in your chest before he can continue.
"is that why you let mark take your virginity sophomore year?" he asks, pushing the glasses up the bridge of his nose, "how about the time you had that fling with doyoung, but you cheated on him at the senior party?" his tongue swipes out to lick at his lower lip, and he crosses his arms to await your response.
your blood begins to boil, the scowl on your face growing nastier with every word he speaks. "of course I let mark," you stand to your knees, "my boyfriend," you yell, "take that from me— we'd been dating for nearly a year!"
donghyuck feels small as you point your finger in his face, but he's basking in every moment of it. getting a reaction out of you was his only goal, and here the dominoes fall.
"and doyoung?" you continue, tone laced with sass, "fuck him! I never cheated on him." you mimic him by folding your arms over your chest, and with a final mutter, "we weren't an official couple, nor did we agree to be exclusive."
donghyuck shakes his head, letting out a few cocky chuckles beneath his breath, and then reverts his eyes to the laptop screen, "whatever you say, let's get started."
"fine, I've never masturbated with anything before—" you attempt to admit, yet he's already typing away at the keys and speaking once again. but it isn't false, what you've said, fingers aside, you've never masturbated with an object.
"slut." he states factually, dismissing you completely, "anyway! it's pretty obvious that fruits are better for male masturbation and vegetables are better for female masturbation." and you once again grimace at the vulgarity of his words. "I think we should focus on both citrus and melon families, and the marrow and root families."
you're annoyed he's changed the subject, but grateful you don't have to speak about your own masturbational preferences anymore— as of the moment.
he gets up from the couch and makes his way over to your fridge, opening it up and letting himself in, ignoring the scoff you release at him for it. he sets the coffee table with various produce, a large grapefruit, a small watermelon, a long cucumber, a green squash, and a pointy carrot.
"so, which one catches your eye first?" he asks, his slender hand hovering above the vegetables to display your options.
"you mean—," you mumble out, unnerved by his question, "to masturbate with?" and he laughs loudly, making you wish to soak into the carpet like liquid. "yes! which one do you think would work best for your pleasure?" he's smiling across the floor from you.
he waits as you scan the table with your eyes. the cucumber is long and thick, while the carrot is thin and pointy, and to be truthful, you find it hard to believe that either of them would be pleasant to have inside of you. "the squash." you mutter.
"why?" he gently asks in return, his voice high and airy, all sweetened up just for you. "the cucumber is too big, and the carrot is too sharp." the words mumble out of your mouth, and he smiles widely at your innocence.
"too big?" he questions, his tone impossibly quieter than before, and he wraps his fingers around the cucumber. it's similar in size to his own cock, and his body tingles in excitement at your worries. a new fantasy has popped into his head now, and he'll definitely dream ruining you with the size of his penis for the next few weeks.
"how would these," you hesitantly speak, changing the subject from your vegetables to his fruits, "even work for males?" the words stutter out, making donghyuck laugh.
"well," he picks up the grapefruit in his palm, "you carve a hole into the middle," he glances up at you from beneath a pair of long eyelashes and the glass of his spectacles, "and put it in the microwave to warm it up."
you must have a disgusted look on your face by the way he chuckles again, "do you understand, or should I go more in detail?"
"I get it." you snap, suddenly feeling rushed and glancing at the clock, it's getting late, you have plans tomorrow, and you still have homework to do. "lets finish up here for the night."
donghyuck nods his head, a small grin still playing on his lips. "I'll take my grapefruit with me as I go, and leave you and mr.squash alone together." he wiggles his eyebrows, and you shuffle on your knees, immediately groaning back at him. "get out of my apartment you perv."
if you're honest, a tiny part of you feels excited to pleasure yourself with something you'd never thought of before. it's true that you've never masturbated with an object of any sort, only your fingers, and the imaginable stretch this vegetable could give you is already sending waves down to your core.
donghyuck on the other hand, is just as eager, if not more, to get his hands on this project tonight. in fact, when he gets outside to his car, he's ready to speed home and get started.
he's already halfway hard just from the way you spoke to him earlier. not only were you aggressive to him when debunking the rumors, but the topic of sleeping with mark, and who's ever been able to touch you—it has him wishing he was in their shoes.
you're continuing to run through donghyuck's mind as he drives home. he didn't realize you were so pure, he wants to destroy you, in truth, he wants to send you a teasing text message right now, just to see your aggravated response. so as soon as he parks the car outside of his fraternity home, he does just that.
11:41 PM
lee donghyuck: plans tonight? a vegetable orgy perhaps?
he enters the fraternity house, keys in hand, phone in back pocket, wallet in— where's his wallet?
"shit." he breathily curses, jogging up the stairs to his empty room. his roommate johnny must be out for the night, bed made neatly in the corner.
donghyuck plops into his own bed and dials your number, now growing anxious about his missing wallet.
"what do you want donghyuck?!" you sound angry, well, angrier than usual, and if he listens closely, your breathing is labored, as if you'd just done something strenuous.
"don't be a bitch, I just have a question," he says coldly, "did I happen to leave my wallet at your place?"
you groan throatily from the other end of the phone line, and haechan smirks in reaction, happy to be of inconvenience. a soft shuffling rustles through his speakers, and you're annoyedly stopping down the hallway to your kitchen.
his leather platted wallet sits quaintly over the counter top, and you sigh loudly enough for him to hear. "yes it's here, I'll be sure to chuck it at your head in class tomorrow." you sneer, and donghyuck scoffs back an "okay, but I know how much money is in there, so don't even think about stealing any."
you're on your way back to your bedroom when you respond, "fuck you donghyuck, I changed my mind, I'm gonna give it to a homeless man on my way to class."
and before he gets a chance to bite back, you throw the phone onto your bed sheets and snuggle right back in to where you were before he called.
he however, is still on the other end of the line, snarking an unheard comeback into the speaker like his life depends on it. he's completely unaware that the phone has just landed next to a vegetable, the squash, which is laying over the bedsheets in preparation to be used.
once he finishes speaking, he's confused as to why you haven't hung up, because the phone call is racking up the minutes before his eyes, yet nothing but a simple rustling noise comes through the speakers.
before his interruption, you were stroking yourself with the vegetable, experimenting with it like the research project entails for you to. so here you are again, and it's difficult, you find yourself whining out loud when it won't fit inside you, stretching the outside of your hole with a sharp burning pain.
donghyuck inhales sharply when he hears you, that soft angelic whimper escaping your throat— he can only imagine it to be one thing. is there someone there with you? are you touching yourself? do you know he's still on the line? the questions fly through his brain.
it isn't until you whine to yourself "too big," that he really understands what's happening on the other end of the phone. the vegetable.
donghyucks heart races, recalling the size of the green squash in his brain, it wasn't even that large. oh my god, you really have never masturbated with an object before. even though he'd heard you say so earlier, he ignored it out of pure disbelief.
yet now that he knows, he can't bare to hear your despair over the phone, he wants to educate you, he's desperate to help you pleasure yourself in your tiny and untouched hole.
he doesn't want to hang up the phone, but the angel on his shoulder reminds him how dirty and wrong the situation may be. you had to have meant to hang up the phone, there's no way, as much as he wishes there was, that you'd left him on the line on purpose.
so the little red end button is tapped by his finger, and it swiftly makes way to the keyboard, typing out yet another text message for you.
11:41 PM
lee donghyuck: plans tonight? a vegetable orgy perhaps?
12:03 AM
lee donghyuck: you can't make yourself feel good with something so big, unless you warm up first. start with your fingers, take your time, stretch yourself out.
he watches closely as the text bubble delivers, and a heavy fog sits in his bedroom air. the fact that he heard you whimper at the mercy of unreachable pleasure, and knowing that you're masturbating in this current moment in time— it's done something to donghyuck, obvious by the imprint of his hard cock in his sweatpants, and the rapid racing beat of his heart.
—
in the morning, you feel physically ill, when recalling the events from the night before. donghyucks text message had buzzed your phone to life, and your stomach dropped as you read it. there's no way he could've guessed that masturbating is what you'd been doing before and after answering his phone call, and by the amount of minutes the caller ID racked up, you knew exactly what happened.
he heard you. masturbating. with a squash.
in hindsight, it isn't that big of a deal, this is your research project, after all. and donghyuck will need to fuck a food just as well you will, but the fact that he heard you and so nonchalantly gave you advice about it, its so embarrassing.
you cant go into class today, not with this on your conscience, and especially not with the blackmail that the infamous lee donghyuck is now equipped with.
you'll have to switch schools, better yet, you'll have to change your name.
donghyuck was confused when he entered the classroom, actually slightly excited to see you at your desk, only to find it vacant and cold in lack of your presence. even professor park herself asked the students if they'd seen you on campus today, worried by the disruption in your perfect attendance.
donghyuck reaches for his cellphone, immediately typing out a text for you, the third text within twelve hours actually.
11:41 PM
lee donghyuck: plans tonight? a vegetable orgy perhaps?
12:03 AM
lee donghyuck: you can't make yourself feel good with something so big, unless you warm up first. start with your fingers, take your time, stretch yourself out.
10:02 AM
lee donghyuck: where are you?
you stare at the text as it buzzes it's way onto your home screen, nausea pooling it's way into your stomach. you knew you hated donghyucks project idea, but you had no idea that it was going to be this gut wrenchingly awful to execute. so you ignore the message—all day.
tonight's plans consist of a wedding, a beautiful reception for your wonderful cousin and the man she loves. and while you're elated for their happiness, you find yourself most excited to take place at the open bar all night.
so here you are, downing your fourth lemon drop shot and ordering yet another glass of rosé champagne from an old female bartender. the ceremony was gorgeous, so was your cousin, and now that she's wedded, the guests are celebrating, you included, until you hear an agitating-ly familiar voice from down the bar.
"can I get another bottle of soju?" donghyuck slurs, leaning over the black countertop to an older bartender. he seems reluctant to give donghyuck what he asks for, but does it anyway.
a sober you would've ducked your head and ran the other way to avoid donghyuck, but drunk you, "what the fuck are you doing here?" blurts out harshly, also slurring your words.
his reaction time is slowed when he turns to you, proving him also to be very tipsy. "what the hell?" he grits his teeth, "the groom is my brothers best friend, why the fuck are you here?"
oh but of course. what an inconvenient coincidence.
"the bride is my cousin, so I'm family. that means I'm more important." the words barely make sense as they string together when leaving your lips. "you should leave." you state, turning away and stomping back toward a dinner table.
donghyuck can't help but glance at your body in the little blue dress you threw on for tonight's event, it flows cutely in the wind behind you as you stumble away in your high heels. he almost chuckles, until he remembers the way you ghosted him all day.
"excuse me?" he hisses, now stumbling after you. "can you rethink the way you're speaking to me lately? I'm a person too you know." he grasps onto your wrist, but you wriggle away from his touch and plop into a dining chair.
it only takes half a second for him to join you, sitting in the seat directly next to yours. "I really enjoyed your response to my texts, by the way. It was really great, super well thought out, had great diction and outstanding sentence structure, I was appalled by your greatness—" he rambles on and on sarcastically about the read receipts and lack of responses left beneath his messages.
"shut the fuck up!" you lean forward to confidently yell in his face, the gutsy move supported by the alcohol in your veins. your heads are close, and donghyucks eyes widen by the fury in your tone.
"if you're trying to hound me about the project—don't." you warn, breath still close enough to fan donghyucks face. "I'm done talking about it with you. from now on, I'll do my part, and you do yours. that's it." a pout sits over your lips when you lean back into the chair and take a large sip of your drink.
donghyuck is dumbfounded by your words, but resonates with them nonetheless. he crossed a boundary with you, and understands the place you're coming from. you've worked together enough so far, and can finish the research paper without discussing the— intricacies.
the rounded table falls silent, each chair vacant, nothing but purses and jackets left by party guests who now reside on the dance floor. you stare into the middle of the white tablecloth, eyes now focused on the fruit tray appetizer sitting in the middle of it.
"I love pineapple." you drunkenly state through the silence, now gripping a tiny chunk of the fruit between your fingers.
the argument is over, and donghyuck watches as you examine the snack and plop it between your lips, painted such a pretty pink color. he wants to laugh at the way you've just went from screaming at him to contently munching on appetizers. "it's alright. I like strawberry better."
your eyes widen in disbelief, cheeks full of pineapple when you debate the matter of his opinion. "what?! pineapple is so much better! it has so many interesting benefits also. did you know that it promotes reproductive health?"
"benefits?" he leans closer, watching as you pick up yet another piece of the yellow fruit. a sober donghyuck would do his own research and try his best to correct the way you're educating him right now, but drunk donghyuck would rather question it blindly.
"yes," you stare back at him, chewing the juicy texture with happiness, "eating it makes oral sex taste better."
his already flushed cheeks are now burning with saturation, and he smiles at your words. "that's such a myth." a giggle leaves his lips beneath his giddy and crescent shaped eyes, and you sit forward in shock.
that's it. a new project idea that totally trumps his flop masturbation idea, and will get you out of it entirely.
"wanna bet? let's research it." you're now facing him straight on, and there's a curious glint in his foggy and intoxicated eyes. he sits back, once again taking in the way the blue dress compliments your figure. “how?”
who knew that a drunk you could think of a project idea much faster than a sober you ever could.
maybe it’s the way donghyucks brunette hair is disheveled around his forehead, or the way his voice has dropped several octaves to a sexy husk, it could be nothing but the lustful look in his eyes.
but whatever it may be, has curated a need inside of you that you never thought you’d form. “follow me, and I’ll show you.”
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part 2 coming soon! ( much quicker than part 1 did, sorry for the wait )
fun fact: the color of a man’s lips is very close to the color of his dick
the haechan!pretty–pink–tip agenda strengthens
while the head of his dick would be this super soft and pretty pink color, the hue darkens it’s way further down his shaft, kissed with melanin and hidden from the sun.
his skin color is so gorgeous, his dick has to be too
sucking on his cock with so much suction and fervor that he just can’t help but throw his head back and cry out with pleasure.
he’s loud, so loud, both hands tangled in your hair and helping you bob your head over his length. you’re drooling all over him, it’s dripping down to his balls, and his knees are weak, he’ll cum any second.
you let go of him with a pop, using the wetness to your own devices, pumping his cock vigorously as he clamps his eyes shut and whines at the stimulation. you love to have him this way, every single fraction of himself is wrapped around your finger through the warm and heavy weight in your palm.
haechan who always needs his hands or mouth on your tits. whether it’s in obvious situations like while you fuck, he’s always sucking on your nipples and grabbing handfuls of breast, or in the shower where the two of you intimately cling to each other ( your boobs feel extra squishy when wet ; he loves it )
or in less obvious situations, like while you watch a movie, he gets bored and decides instead that lifting your shirt and sucking your nipples is way more entertaining. when you sleep at night he finds comfort with a handful of tit while you spoon.
if you’re braless and don’t mind him, he just can’t help himself. HAECHAN LOVES BOOBS!!!!
YOURE SO INSANE FOR THIS BUT ALSO SO CORRECT FOR THIS whewwwww yeah nobody can change my mind, haechan is like a pervvy bitchless teenager when it comes to boobs, he’d get so turned on just by the sight of them. boob jobs would be his favorite, getting himself off between your tits so he can make a mess of them, shooting his load out onto your face tongue and throat.
love your recent haechan work 😩 what’s your thoughts on haechan x somnophilia?
oh haechan is sooooooooo into somnophilia as long as it’s something consensually talked about between partners beforehand
not only would he love to use you whenever he needed, but it would be insanely hot to him to let it be the other way around. I feel like he’d be wildly turned on to find you grinding over him in the middle of the night, or grasping at the bulge in his boxers and waking him up with your mouth.
Can you make one where haechan catches the girl using a sex toy?
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fem!reader — boyfriend!hc — idol!hc
warnings — degradation, masturbation, use of a vibrator, peeking, perv!haechan, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, squirting, mutual climax, cum eating, use of the word ‘slut’
haechan had a long day today—longer than either of you were anticipating. he walks through the front door with a sigh, slightly frustrated with his elongated schedule, but so happy to be home.
he shuffles out of his jacket and hangs it up, stepping further into the apartment and glancing around for your presence. he sighs contentedly when he hears the bath running, a new sense of eagerness fulfilling his senses.
he'd love nothing more than to bask in the warmth of the water with you, relax, and tell you about his day. pull you into his arms, a handful of your tit in one of his hands, his lips going from talking against your neck to sucking at the skin, probably end up sloshing water out of the tub, making a mess of the bathroom floor as he fucks up into yo— yeah, he's on his way to the bedroom now.
he's already smiling as his fingers toy at the hem of his shirt, getting ready to remove it. the most typical "haechan" way to go about this situation, is to start by jumping out and scaring you, but as the pads of his now bare feet lightly tread over the bedroom carpet, a certain noise startles him instead.
your voice, laced between the rushing sound of the water and the humming pipes, a quite angelic sound. haechan stops in his tracks, raising his head in order to focus his ears. you're not speaking, you're not singing, yet a significant "ahh" noise leaves your throat.
haechan gulps, the blood rushing past his temples, down his back, and shivering through his entire body— you're moaning. another noise echoes the bathroom, this time in a familiar 'ooh' sound that he knows all too well.
he steps closer to the ajar bathroom door, sweatpants now significantly tighter over his groin than they felt a few seconds ago. he carefully peaks into the fluorescently-lit room, just as you're reaching a shaky hand forward to shut off the faucet.
you moan again, and lacking the sound of the once rushing tap, haechan can now hear the faint hum of a vibrator beneath the bath water. he clutches his cock inside of his sweats, his prying eyes taking in the sight. you're laid back, breasts exposed, perfectly displayed just above the bath waterline, bubbles dancing across your perky nipples.
one of your legs is hiked over the edge of the tub, and your head is thrown back against the marble, lips presented into a pleasured '0' expression. you're close, he can tell by the way your eyebrows furrow and tiny beads of sweat form over your forehead.
he should really interrupt you, and give you the satisfaction you crave. he knows that he, his tongue, his fingers, and his thick cock are what's painted inside of your eyelids right now; but he decides to go about this in a different way— a more haechan-esque way.
spinning around, the bottoms of his feet once again press over the bedroom carpet, and he silently exits the premises. all the way back to the front door, he opens it for just a second, a devious smile now stretched across his features, and closes it fluidly.
"babyyyyy," he calls out cheerily, pretending as if he's only just now entered the apartment, "i'm home!"
your ears perk up at the sound of the front door, just as you deliciously rub the vibrator over your clit, "I have got to tell you about practice today!" haechan beams from across the apartment, and you whine defeatedly.
you're almost mad at the way he's just come home in the midst of your pleasure, especially when you were so close to finishing. of course he'll give you exactly what you want as soon as you hint at it, but his day has been long, and he deserves to be listened to, so your pleasure must come second to that.
stepping out of the bath tub, you wrap a towel around your torso, and with a "coming hyuckie!" you chirp back, attempting to conceal what you've just been doing beneath an inconspicuous tone.
when you enter the bedroom, haechan is fully beneath the sheets, wrapped up to his neck like a little burrito. you smile at the sight of him, bath draining loudly in the background.
"sorry, I was just washing up." you state, clutching at the towel around your chest and strutting over to the closet in order to get dressed.
"washing up? but you're so dirty." haechan says from the bed, and you scoff a little bit at his statement. "what do you mean hyuck? I'm squeaky clean."
you're not looking at him when he responds, "squeaky clean girls don't play with their pussy while they bathe themselves." and you feel your entire body go frozen and pale.
the bath is fully drained now, nothing but a silent hum of the air conditioning to be heard between the two of you. "I didn't think you saw that." you finally rebuttal.
"I," he puts emphasis over the pronoun, "didn't think you owned a vibrator," his tone is sassy, "nor do I remember giving you permission to touch yourself."
when you finally peek out the closet doorframe, haechan is sitting up in bed, his sharp collarbones poking against his bare skin, and golden colored face flushed to a challenging expression.
"I don't need permission to pleasure myself," you bite back, dropping the towel to bare yourself to him, "you were gone so long, I couldn't wait."
haechan raises an eyebrow and licks his lips, taking in the sight of your once again bare breasts, and the curves of your smooth ass where it faces him.
"you didn't let me finish speaking." he's turned on now, you can tell by the depth of his vocal chords and the shining glint in his sinful gaze— there's no point in getting dressed, he's plotting to rip off whatever fabric that dares to get in-between the two of you.
"I don't remember giving you permission," he begins again, "to touch yourself— without me here to watch."
he pats the blanket on his left, beckoning you to his bedside, and a pounding heartbeat has found it's way to your heat, pulsating with his every word.
you collect the vibrator from its hiding spot, and climb up next to him, his hungry eyes scanning over your skin without falter.
when you sit on the sheets, he taps at your knee, silently gesturing his want for you to spread your legs. he smiles as you open up to him, your cunt still wet, coming apart with a damp 'tsk' noise.
he holds his hand out for the toy, and you give it to him willingly. he's so intrigued by the purple object, examining the rubbery texture and the symbiotic vein that runs up the side of its length. it's about the same size as his own penis, but he can't imagine how it could do any better than him, skill-wise. there's three different vibrational settings, haechan figures out, as he surfs through them with the tap of a button.
the highest setting is enough to create an electric feeling in his hand muscles where he grasps it, and a mischievous smirk crawls it's way up his lips. you're growing impatient, and haechan knows this.
he lightly brushes the toy along your thigh, tracing the soft skin higher and higher, right into the crease of your thigh and your pelvis; it feels good, but not where you need it to. a hushed whine escapes your throat, and haechan coos back at you, grazing the toy up your stomach, until pressing it right into your left nipple.
you moan unexpectedly, and haechan smiles, circling your bud with the tip of the toy, relishing in the way that goosebumps follow it's motion.
"please." you beg as he teases your other nipple now, and he cocks an eyebrow at the word. "please what?" the tip of the vibrator is pressed harder into the perky bud as he speaks.
"I need it on my clit, put it on my clit." you whimper, lifting your hips and desperately waving your wetness at him.
he attempts to ignore the way that his cock quite literally hurts in response to your plea, the blood rushing so fervently to his member, wishing to plunge inside of your desperate hole.
"here?" haechan asks, removing the vibrator from your nipple and pressing it directly onto your sensitive nerves. you cry out in response, the immediate sensational pleasure almost too much to handle.
"right around here?" he wildly circles the toy around your wetness, acting as if he doesn't know where the clit is located, while stimulating it perfectly at the same time.
"fuck! it's too much!" you reach for the toy in order to raise it higher, but he grasps at your wrist and pins it to the bedsheets, leaving your poor clit overstimulated by the intensity.
"but i thought we liked this toy?" haechan teases, continuing to rub the toy over your nerves, absolutely enjoying the way your face simultaneously contorts between pain and pleasure. "I thought haechan was gone too long and you couldn't wait?" he speaks of himself in third person, laughing evilly at the way your eyes are glazing over, threatening to cry.
you're writhing around the bed, kicking your legs and arching your back, barely able to yelp back at him, "god—but you're here now, so turn this shit off and fuck me!"
haechan giggles loudly, finally turning off the toy and dropping it from his hand, only to reach up and wipe away the tears that spill from his own eyes, from laughing so hard. "okay, okay, I'll fuck you baby, on one condition."
beneath the blanket, he grips his dick in his hand, because his balls will turn blue at any moment, his own sex also so incredibly desperate for touch.
he loves the way you look up at him, "what condition?" eyebrows knitted above your big eyes, all wet and sparkly, displaying a look of hurt, betrayal even. your pretty lips are pursed in a pout, and your chest is heaving, beautiful tits rising and falling with the movement.
you're perfect like this, all mad and upset with him, it's his favorite way to have you— riled up. "make yourself cum with the vibrator." he demands, placing the purple toy into your hand, "and I promise to do it myself afterwards, but I have to see you first."
his terms have you nodding your head in compliance, reaching for the toy and buzzing it to life at a click of the button. haechan is elated when the toy meets your core, and you let out an imperative sigh at the touch.
gathering the drops of your essence to dampen the object, you circle your nerves, gazing into haechans face as he studies it, absolutely encapsulated by you. he begins to pump his own cock underneath the blanket, this isn't going to take long.
"good luck angel," haechan teases, still in underestimated disbelief of the toy's skill in comparison to his own. you turn up the vibration setting, moaning out loud as it stimulates you faster. a mouthwatering rub over your clit has you on track to chasing your high, continuing the work in that spot, and clicking the button once more.
"no one can make you feel as good as I do, not a machine, not yourself," he states, gritting his teeth and pumping himself faster, "what does it get in reward for making you cum? huh?" he sounds almost angry, "there's no one here to taste what they've taken from you, unless you do it yourself."
your breath is heavy and whines short, getting closer and closer to your climax with every dirty word he speaks.
"do you suck on your vibrator after you cum all over it angel? hmm?" he asks, moaning into his own question, and you cry out in response, "do you cum on your fingers and lick it all off? I bet you do, you're such a dirty slut." he growls.
and with that, you're squirting out at him, the way the vibrator stimulates your clit sends a spray of liquid out of your pussy and all over his chest.
haechan yelps in pleasure, the most pornstar-like moans leaving his lips, as he parts them in effort to catch some of your juices where they squirt at him. he's coming undone all over his hand, thick white ropes of cum shooting onto his fingers and over your thighs.
he's groaning in ecstasy harmoniously to you, who is whimpering in post-climax sensitivity. two of his fingers swipe along your skin, collecting his seed and bringing it to your lips. he hisses out a curse word when you're submissive to him, sticking out your tongue and licking the digits clean of his essence.
you let go of his fingers with a pop, and through hooded eyes you speak, "I think you still have a promise to keep."
he falls forward to kiss you with need, smashing his lips onto your own, the both of you still trying to catch your breaths. he moves to your neck, and then sucks at your chest, before gazing back up at you. "I wonder if it tastes different when it's done with a vibrator."
"it doesn't."
but he's still gonna investigate, just to be sure.
summary — haechan doesn’t really frequent the gym often, but he decides to go with johnny just this once. but because you were there, it’s safe to say that he’ll probably be back again.
tags — fem!reader x haechan / hc is a little bit perverted for this ( but so is reader ) / reader + hc are kind of into each other from the getgo / hc is actually kind of nice in this fic????
smut — unprotected sex ( don’t be stupid ), shower sex, fingering, oral both m!&f! receiving, praising f! receiving , slapping, cream pie
authors note — kinda rushed this one, did it within the span of one day which is so fast for me lol, not proof read sorry for mistakes
haechan had no interest in going to the gym with johnny. every time he does, he finds himself too exhausted to continue, meanwhile johnny isn't even halfway through his workout. he'd much rather stay home and play video games until the sun comes up, but tonight was different.
he and johnny had been playing overwatch for hours, but once it was gym time, he was left all alone. you can only play so many games by yourself, before boredom overcomes you. so what does he do? he lets johnny convince him to tag along.
the streets were quiet, and gym quieter, only the occasional lonely soul to be seen driving by or exiting the building. no wonder johnny enjoys coming at this hour, considering the privacy it welcomes.
they both put their headphones in, johnny immediately making use of a weight machine, and haechan starting on a floor yoga mat in order to stretch.
time passes, half an hour now, and haechan feels that his legs will turn to jelly if he spends one more minute on the treadmill machine.
he wipes at his forehead with a hand towel, and the gym door rattles, gaining his attention into its direction, no one but you entering through it.
he's immediately encapsulated by your appearance, focusing on the ponytail that swings on your neck, and the sports bra that sits over your torso, while athletic shorts hug your thighs.
you have headphones in of your own, and you march right over to a mat to stretch, paying no mind to either of the men who share the space with you.
haechan is curious about you, intrigued even. he quickly puts two and two together, believing that maybe, you're paying no mind to them, because you come here often enough to have seen johnny before.
he walks over to johnny, where he's lifting dumbbells the size of haechans head, and taps on his shoulder to release him from the hold of his music.
johnny raises an eyebrow and removes his airpod.
"hey, do you know her?" haechan immediately asks, discretely referencing to you over his shoulder with his thumb.
peeking around haechans figure, johnny takes you in.
"know her? no, but she's always here when I am, must have the same workout schedule." he states, and haechan responds with nothing but an 'ahh' in understanding.
"why?" johnny smiles, although he already knows the answer.
you've now moved from the yoga mat to the squat bar, loading up the poles with weight.
haechan sighs, watching as you squat with the bar over your shoulders, bending down with your ass out behind you. "she's pretty, that's all." haechan gulps, sitting down into a workout bench next to where johnny is currently stationed.
"go say hi." johnny chuckles, pointing his chin into your direction. and before haechan can detest to the dare, johnny returns his airpod to his ear, once again shutting the boy out.
there's no way haechan could approach you, not at this hour, nor at this location. he's heard the many horror stories of men who won't leave women alone at the gym, and he knows how fearful you may become if he strays too closely.
he decides against it all, pushing you to the back of his mind and returning to the workout he came here for. he stays where he is, pumping his biceps with hand weights, although they're only half the size of johnny's dumbbells.
tuning you out as best as he can, with the burning pain in his arms, and the blasting music in his ears, he desperately ignores the way your body moves. you use a leg machine now, and haechan has to shut his eyes; in order to blind himself to the way your thigh muscles quiver and shake with fatigue.
the current song to blast in his ears comes to an end, and through the silent pause between it and the next one, haechan can hear you— oh my god, grunting through the pain. a simple throaty groan escaping your throat with each thrust of the machine, it sounds so pretty, he thinks.
he can't do this anymore, his arms weak and body hot; he needs a cold shower. so he snatches a towel from his lightly packed gym bag and heads for the washroom.
as you lay back against the leather machine, he walks near you, heavy breaths puffing in his chest, and a drop of sweat coming down his temple; he's the most gorgeous boy you've ever seen.
in the split second that he passes by, you catch his gaze, and before you can muster a friendly smile, he quickly glances away. you frown, your ego slightly injured by the way this cute boy must not be as intrigued by your appearance as you are of his.
but his heart beats so heavily, impossibly more affected by you now, a plethora of butterflies fluttering in his stomach as proof of it.
he strips quickly as soon as his sandals hit the tile floor, letting the freezing cold water wash away his white hot thoughts of you. he thanks god that the throbbing sensations had not yet drifted to his pants, because the tent that could've pitched itself there would have been unmistakable.
it's several minutes later until he finally feels cooled off, and begins to lather away his gym sweat with soap. finally, he's composed, hoping now that you've finished your workout and will be gone when he exits the shower. but as he steps into the unisex sink and water-fountain common area, there you are.
you're refilling a personal water bottle at the fountain, and glance over to him. his hair is damp and cheeks flushed to a rosy pink color, and the friendly smile you suppressed earlier now finds home in your expression.
"evening." you say softly, reverting your eyes back down to the fountain. "evening." he responds with a bow, before turning to look at himself in the mirror next to you.
"do you come to this gym often?" you ask, hoping the cute boy doesn't find you too inquisitive for his taste. "sometimes, yeah." he says, glancing to you in the mirror reflection.
"that's weird, I feel like I'd remember you." you mumble. there's a slight teasing manner in your tone, and he must notice it too, because it has him spinning to face you, taking it as a green light. "i'm haechan."
you smirk widely, continuing the game "and I, have some cardio to get back to." you turn away, but he's quick to jump in front of you.
his face his just inches away from your own, "cardio? I can help with that." and his voice is deeper and huskier now than you'd heard it before.
you back away from him, heart racing from his mere proximity, "you can help?" you ask, stepping backwards toward the female shower room.
"I promise," he's taking baby steps after you, gaze dark and focused on you, "I'm sure it'll have you sore tomorrow." he smirks, and your panties are surely soaked now.
he's followed you into the room, and you turn the shower knob, slowly steaming up the room—if it wasn't getting there already. "and what if I'm not sore tomorrow?" you ask, kicking off your sneakers and playing with the waistband of your shorts.
he throws his shirt across the room, revealing a toned stomach and happy trail down to his pelvis. "then you can call me, and we'll try something a little more," he pauses for dramatic effect, raising an eyebrow with his words, "high intensity."
you drop to your knees, and haechans head spins when you're grasping at the material of his shorts. "I say no, but let's see if you can change my mind." you say in a tone as sexy and dirty as you can muster, so he pulls his shorts down to kick them off, and your jaw goes slack at the mere size of the bulge in his boxers.
he's teasing you now, letting you rub his thighs and dig your fingernails into the skin as he slowly reveals the tip of his cock. you're drooling as the red tip peeks over the fabric, and it just—keeps—going as he whips it out, so long and thick.
as soon as his boxers are fully removed, you immediately lick a fat stripe up his shaft, following a bulging and meandering vein up to his angry tip. he hisses at the contact, gripping one hand to your jaw, and the other around the base of your ponytail.
you lick his hole, collecting the beads of precum that drip there, before sucking just the tip into your lips. he moans so vocally and prettily, you have to squeeze your thighs together in order to keep yourself sane.
he guides you down his length, your mouth so full of his thick sex, and it's quickly hitting the back of your throat. you bob your head just like that, from tip to base, letting your throat take the assault at his mercy.
you fondle his balls, soft and maintained pubic hair between your fingertips, "fuck you're so good at this." he groans along to the sensation, and you moan in return.
he twitches in your mouth as you vocalize over his cock, and you pull off of him quickly. a long and wet strand of your spit and his precum connects your lip to his tip as you back away from it, so stiff and standing tall.
cursing again, haechan uses the hand that grips your ponytail to drag you to your feet. his lips smash against yours, not a care in the world for the taste of himself on your tongue. he's gripping your left breast over the material of your sports bra, and you pump his hard cock from where you stand.
it's so messy and wet, you're moaning into each other's mouths, and he fumbles with the sports bra over your chest, eager to get you just as unclothed as he is.
you back into the shower stream, now getting soaked with water without priority for your wet clothes. you remove the bra, and haechan admires what's been revealed underneath, immediately attacking your right nipple with kisses. he's sucking and nipping at the bud, kneading so hard at the left breast with fervor, he's surely to bruise it.
you cry out at the pleasure, wrapping both hands into his hair and tugging at the roots. growing impatient now, you remove your shorts and panties in one swift movement, tossing them away, and gripping haechan by the neck.
he peers up at you from your chest, a mischievous glint in his eye before descending lower. he spreads you open, lifting one of your thighs and instructing you to rest it on his shoulder.
with a fat lick, he takes you in from bottom to top, entrance to clit, getting a good first taste of you. his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he basks in the noise of your pornstar-esque moans.
"so fucking sweet." he sucks at your sex, wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub and tonguing at the entrance, shaking his head back and forth for your pleasure. you cry out at the sensation, eyes welling with tears as the warm water washes over your body.
he prods at your hole with a singular middle finger, before sliding it in effortlessly through your slick walls, and it doesn't take long until you're writhing in pleasure and he's pumping his digit in and out of you at high intensity.
it's washing over you all at once, and he's persistent with his licks, flicking his tongue over your clit at high speed, "don't stop!" you're chanting over and over again when you come undone over his chin.
he barely gives you a moment to catch your breath, cornering you against the shower walls, sucking on his own finger once, and sticking it into your mouth a second. your pussy is dripping with slick, all pink and abused, when he's teasing your entrance with his tip.
he pushes in, stretching your walls with a white hot burning sensation, "do you need a drink of water?" he asks sincerely, half of his length prodding into you, yet his round eyes are wide and peering into your own. "I hear you should stay hydrated during cardio." his genuine expression slowly turning devilish as he speaks.
"shut up and fuck me." you choke out, and he chuckles in response, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, and lifting your right leg around his waist.
he swings his hips back and forth, pistoning himself in and out of you at a pleasurable pace. while mouthing at your neck, "god, you feel so good." he's hissing and groaning as you clench your walls around him, and you feel nothing but euphoric when he toys at your clit with his free hand.
you're so close to cumming for a second time, when he pulls out of you suddenly, tugging you off of the wall and spinning your body around in order to hit it from the back. you sob at the loss of his fat member inside of you, whining for him to put it back in, and he's grinning from ear to ear.
he digs his fingernails into your hips, whilst you place both your hands over the shower walls for stability. he lines himself up before slamming back into your gummy walls, the both of you feeling impossibly better to each other than before.
harder and harder, he rocks into you, one hand leaving your hip in pursuit of your breast. he tugs at the nipple from behind, and you’re left defenseless with both hands on the walls.
"i'm so close," haechan notifies you, and you're fucking yourself off of the shower tiles in order to meet his thrusts, "can I fill you up?" he asks, and the question pushes you over the edge.
“god yes, fuck yes please!” you’re nearly screaming in pleasure as your convulsing pussy squeezes him harshly, and he growls at the feeling.
his thrusts are staggering, whole body shaking in ecstasy as he shoots white ropes of cum into you. he’s grasping at both cheeks of your ass, and lands a smack to the right one.
you’re both panting through the shower steam, and he fucks into you so slowly now, still milking his cock of every last drop, his cum still somehow pouring out of his tip and filling you up.
you can barely move when he finally pulls out, so empty and muscles so spent, you fear that you won’t be able to walk. haechans touch feels gentle now, ghosting your hip in order to turn you back towards him. “are you okay?” he asks, his round doe eyes that were once so dark and lustful, now a puppy dog brown.
you smile at him, pressing a kiss to his rosy cheek, “call you tomorrow?” and his expression suddenly mimics yours, a toothy grin playing at his lips.
when haechan enters his shared bedroom with johnny, the man wears nothing but a white bathrobe, and jumps up to greet him. “dude! where have you been?” his tone is half-sarcastic, half-serious.
haechan sets his gym bag onto the wooden floor, and jumps into bed, “nowhere.” he responds, also half-sarcastic, half-serious.
“did you talk to that girl?” johnny asks, and haechan pulls his phone out of his pocket in order to look disinterested. “yeah, she’s a real sweetheart.”
but johnny doesn’t let him get off that easily, “well I peeked into the mens showers to tell you I was leaving, but you weren’t there, so where’d you go?”
haechan turns over in bed, pulling the sheets up to his chin and smirking to himself. “just went out for some extra cardio, don’t worry about it.”
when paired up with the worst partner in the entirety of the university, this research paper is going to need a lot of work—too bad the topic of interest is sex education. with two geniuses like yourselves, you have two different project ideas, but both of them require you to get a whole lot closer to donghyuck than you’ve ever wanted to be.
enemies to lovers, reader really dislikes haechan, haechan really loves teasing reader, slight mention of reader x other nct members
explicit masturbation scenes / mutual masturbation / oral scene after oral scene, both m+f receiving / cum eating / squirting
your eyes are closed and brain fogged, all of your able consciousness transferring itself from a dream-state to reality. the room is bright behind your eyelids, and sunshine warms your sticky body from under the bedsheets, you’re bare from the waist down.
becoming aware that you’re naked, you recall a reason from the night before, but it isn’t until you open your eyes that you can piece the puzzle together.
your heart drops when you don’t recognize the frame on the wall, or the humidifier in the corner, or anything in the room at all. you were terribly drunk last night, and you fear that your influenced brain may have made a mistake.
you turn over in the bed, knees bumping with another being. he shuffles at the touch, and you quickly recognize his face, now educated with who he is and why you’re here. you’re no longer scared, but rather relieved at the sight of him.
he’s gorgeous. pink dyed hair messily clinging around his forehead and over his pillow, and similarly pink lips are parted in an ‘0’ shape above his chin. his collarbones are sharp against his skin, proving him to be shirtless beneath the blanket—and it’s unaware to you that you’re the one who wears it instead.
one of his arms supports the weight of his head between the pillow, and the other one is extended toward you, ghosting the shell of your waist, almost like it was draped around you during the night.
as if he feels the burn of your gaze through his tired state, his eyes flutter open, squinting from the light and the headache of his hangover.
‘hey’ he speaks out to you, deep morning voice sounding frail in the position of his throat, just above a whisper. his fingertips just barely graze your skin, like he wanted to grab your hip and pull you closer, but chickened out halfway through the movement. “hi” you respond quietly.
there’s a moment of silence as you look into his eyes, an unspoken question being conveyed between the two of you. you shuffle closer, switching from your pillow, to joining his head on his own.
your nose brushes his, faces now just centimeters apart, and you wrap an arm around his soft and bare torso. his eyes glisten in the morning sunshine, and his breath halts in his throat, anticipating your next move after move, all while his heart is beating fast in his chest.
“what did you convince me to do last night?” you question, cocking an eyebrow inquisitively. he follows your movements, his toned bicep now brushing against your back as he embraces you. “nothing you didn’t want to do.” he playfully responds, once again brushing your noses together.
he wins a giggle out of you as your flirtatious heart beats loudly in your chest. “I don’t remember much,” you admit, “from the party, to here, to what happened after.” your lips just ghost over his, speaking right into his mouth without forming a real kiss.
his fingertips graze your neck before gliding down your body, all the way to your hip, giving it a little squeeze. “well lucky for you, I remember it all quite clearly,” he lowers his hand just a bit further, now massaging the skin of your ass, “should I remind you?”
“I don’t know,” you reply hesitantly, your own hands finding home on his biceps where you stroke the muscle, “I have homework to do today.”
donghyuck continues to knead the soft skin of your ass, his head dipping into your neck to suck on the skin there. “you can do it later.” he says between kisses, and you gasp when he grinds into you, the hard outline of his cock rubbing over your bare core, nothing but the cotton material of his boxers between the two of you.
you suppress a moan with another response, “you don’t have to remind me,” you whine when he grinds over you again, the outside of his boxers now stained with your essence, “it probably wasn’t that good if I don’t remember it.”
donghyuck cackles from next to your ear, biting it softly before returning face to face with you. he grasps your throat and chin, grinding his hard cock into you for a third time. “should I ask my roommates how good it was?” he presses an open mouth kiss on your lips, tongue dipping inside to taste your own. “you were loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood, angel.”
“okay,” you finally moan loudly when he kisses you again, tongues pressing against one another in a hot-white-need, “remind me then.”
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